Table Of ContentPoké Food for an Overgrown Vaporeon
by Sini
Poké Food for an Overgrown Vaporeon Sini
Sini stroked the little Lavender Vaporeon’s head, and she purred and swished
her tail in his grasp, a devious, toothy smile on her face. Even smaller than a
Poochyena she was, yet she had already torn the dragon’s blankets to shreds,
as well as all of the clothing in his bedroom drawers. Just like the previous
owner (a tourist from Kanto, who had just gotten off the ship from the city’s
harbor) had told him, Sienna (that was the name the tourist had given her)
may have seemed cute and innocent, but you couldn’t leave her alone for
more than a few minutes without expecting mayhem upon your return.
“Is this normal behavior for a small Vaporeon?” Sini asked the sparkling
ocean, footpaws in the mushy sand as he let the foamy Lilycove surf lap at
them. She tried to wriggle out of his grasp, clearly wanting to leap into the
ocean. No, smallness is no excuse for a Pokémon to act so rascally, he
decided.
“Then she has a chemical imbalance,” he concluded. “She needs
medicine. Only the best for my little Sienna.” So he left the beach, fetched his
bike and rode to the department store. He ascended in an elevator to the
pharmaceutical floor and browsed the shelves. Among the usual medicines,
like Protein, Calcium, Iron and PP UP, he found one labeled, “ALL UP.” An
orange sticker attached to the label assured him that this one had a “STATE
OF THE ART FORMULA!” And Sini, conflating newness with goodness and
staunchly believing that more is better, decided that this was the only
medicine in Hoenn that would suffice to correct her naughty behavior.
A bell at the exit jingled as he carried a little plastic bag with the drug
bottle on the crook of one elbow, smiling at the mini Vaporeon, who licked at
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his face, seeming to approve of the purchase. “I have also been thinking of
changing your Pokéfood brand; but we’ll see how these meds work on you
first.”
Sini sat down at a bench situated on, and facing away from, a cliff
overlooking the richly blue sea and the massive rock isle. It was just outside
of the department store. A fountain played before him as his paw fumbled
into the bag before pulling out the bottle of dark amber glass, a black cap
screwed on. He sliced off the protective plastic with a claw, and was about to
cork off the cap when Sienna leaped like a little Rapidash from his shoulder,
landing on the cobbles on her hind legs with the bottle held in her forepaws,
despite it being about as thick as her body.
Grinning deviously, she gnawed off the cap and spat it into the
fountain, then upended the bottle and began to glug it all down, much to
Sini’s alarm. He started to his feet, scolding her with a hushed voice, as if
overly embarrassed about her rude behavior in the public eye, six trainers in
their proximity looking on at the ordeal.
“Hey – give that back,” Sini scolded, his initial anger sliding into worry
after she had gulped down a quarter of the bottle. “You’re only supposed to
take a tablespoon per day, and that’s to last you at least four months.” Picking
her up by the fluffy scruff of the neck, he tried pulling the bottle out of her
grasp, but couldn’t separate her from her cherished beverage without fearing
he might dislocate a shoulder or be written up by onlookers for being an
abusive trainer.
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The summer sun seemed especially mean on his shining, black-scaled
scalp as stage fright set in. Goodness, she’s gonna die from blood poisoning;
and then I’ll be sharing showers with Team Aqua, looking over my shoulder
anytime I drop the soap. “Please stop drinking, Sienna! I’m rather particular
about the soap I use…”
Instead of complying, Sienna raised the underside of the bottle even
higher, clutching the bottle with the passion of a trombone player doing a
solo. She spat out the neck of the empty bottle with a sigh, her belly clearly
the focal point of her tiny body, swollen big and round, sagging to her feet
with all two quarts of that medicinal brew. She handed it to Sini, leaving him
with the task of recycling before hopping free of his clutch.
Sini turned away to dispose of it, thinking aloud: “Huff, well, best I
transport you to the nearest Nurse Joy…” When he returned to the bench,
Sienna was gone – not bodily, but mentally!
She rolled onto her back on the cobbles, and squealed in bliss,
quivering from her three-pointed web ears down to her slimy-finned tail. Sini
gawked like a prohibitionist watching the devilries of a bottle consume their
sibling, and then noticed her transforming. Her body groaning, bones
snapping and crunching – her snout and ears elongating, legs and tail too. In
fact, she was growing.
Do oddly-colored Vaporeons have an additional evolution? the dragon
wondered.
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Formerly not much larger than a round loaf of bread, Sienna had
already grown to the size of an Electrike. She continued to grow, rays of
brilliant light wavering out of her humming head sapphire. Her chibi features
matured, the Vaporeon’s eyes becoming more slender and sexy, her coat
becoming more poofy and lavish and sweet-smelling, a scent infiltrating
Sini’s scaly nostrils and inducing a soft groan beneath his breath. He pitched
a tent in his jeans, not entirely sure why – he had scented her plenty of times
before, but never had the natural scent-blend of passionfruit and lychee
affected him in such a way.
She rose with a lecherous hum, emanating a majestic psychic aura of
magenta, now at least five feet tall. For a quadruped that was fairly sizable.
She weighed half a ton: hundreds of pounds heavier than most trainers, and
close to the weight of her seven-foot-tall dragon trainer. She approached him
with a delicate amble, and he found himself distracted by a dribble of sticky,
clear goop from between her hind legs.
Suddenly, Sini conjoined in his mind her enticing scent and her
overactive sex drive, and he recognized the symptoms of pheromones potent
to the point of hypnotism, and, with alarm, he reached for her Poké Ball on
his belt to send her back; to clear the air and regain his sobriety.
But with a frisky nyomf she tugged on that leather girdle and started
yanking on it, the scene looking rather obscene to onlookers behind him, for
whom it looked as though he were receiving a blowjob from his Pokémon.
“Huff, what are you doing, Sienna?!” Paws sweaty, Sini heaved on her
web-eared head, groaning, “Down girl, down!”
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Perhaps he shouldn’t have taught her Bite, for her teeth tore the belt
from his waist, his jeans dropping to his ankles as she claimed possession of
his team’s capsules, snorting with eyes shaped like melon crusts, as if to
taunt. Tripping a couple steps over his denim shackles, Sini shook his feet
free of the jeans and chased after the naughty Water-type in his boxer-briefs,
crying out:
“You can give that back, or I can put you in the PC for a time out!”
Sienna stuck her tongue out at him, then nudged the trigger on one of
the Poké Balls. From the trigger fired a crimson bolt of energy, which struck
the ground between her and her trainer, the dragon stumbling to a stop. His
most powerful Pokémon, a catch from the Kanto region, materialized before
him. Any of you not from this world would have struggled to describe the
being; but picture a bone-white sphynx cat with mailbox flags for horns
instead of ears, a slender martial artist’s torso, bony limbs, tubby fingers and
a bulbous-tipped kangaroo’s tail of a slate pink-purple. Unlike Sienna, he
stood on two feet and appeared humanoid.
Sienna licked her snout and stalked toward him, the micro follicles of
fur on his tail bristling. Mewtwo glanced back at Sini, and knew from the
trainer’s expression that the Vaporeon had gone rogue. Brows sagging
sullenly, Mewtwo raised one paw, wrenching Sienna into the air with a
Psychic clench.
Suddenly, the aura of his clench dispersed with an ominous whirring,
the Vaporeon landing with a feline grace, her temple sapphire glowing
radiantly. “What?” Mewtwo choked out the words, “Th-this power I sense…”
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He gasped, her pheromonal presence suddenly striking him, and his head
wavered and eyes fluttered, dazed by the potency of the hypnotic scent.
Sini crossed his paws in a wave to get Mewtwo’s attention, failing.
“H-hey! Wake up!”
Sienna pounced on the Psychic-type, the movement wakening him
with a wince; but when he tried to raise his hands to blast her off with a wave
of telekinetic energy, he found himself rocked back by a rush of psionic
power that rivalled his own; but in his astonishment, he couldn’t gather the
concentration to counter before she swallowed his flag-horned head.
Sini’s boner stretched the elastic black fabric of his boxer-briefs,
wetting them as he lost his composure to the unexpected turn of events. His
Pokémon… eating another Pokémon on his team? “Noo, bad girl! Stop!” He
threw himself to his knees beside her and tried wrenching her off of his
legendary by the collar fluff; but the voracious monster-beast only moaned at
her own naughty indulgence, rumbling deeply at that umami flavor of the
slimy-textured legendary. The dragon curled his paws around her jaws and
cranked them open wider, complaining, “Spit him out! Out, out!” only for it
to have the opposite effect of the intended one, helping the slathering
hedonist slurp down her exotic feast to a cacophony of slick snarfing and
licentious mumbling.
Mewtwo’s descent through that tight-fitting slide of lubricated flesh
only afflicted him again with a daze of pheromonal infatuation; and he could
but groan and squirm as though trying to break free of a fever dream, only
managing to crawl himself deeper into her throat as those rings of muscle
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squeezed and quaked, carrying that pod-bulge of fluff lower and lower, a low,
wet croak of her belly telling the onlooking trainers that Sini had failed
utterly to save from a trip to her gross, chyme-laden depths the rarest
powerhouse on his team.
Grousing with delicious cramps, contractions and expansions, her belly
ballooned into a fuzzy pillow shape, on which she lounged and huffed,
kneading her paws into her taut, amassed bloat before curling her lips back
for an enormous belch. Sini gagged on the acrid fumes, growing frustrated
with her ill behavior. He had climbed onto the small-mount-sized monster’s
back, laid himself on his belly, and had begun squeezing the gurgly dome of
her own in an effort to wedge Mewtwo through her sphincter, only to elicit a
deep purr from the unintended massage.
“Hoomph!” he said at a startle, for she flicked an inch forward to gnaw
on the end of his trainer girdle before slurping it in, reeling the entire rest of
his stored team into her guts. The toxic spikes of his spine erected. “If you
digest those Poké Balls, I’m putting you up for adoption!” He shook her
between the shoulders, then clapped her on the drum-belly, goading her to
retch up his beloved monsters. Instead, it sent the pouty Sienna darting
around the fountain in short bursts, and she canted left and right, aiming to
shrug him off.
And then, she rocked forward with a cathartic huff, and her belly
suddenly squealed and shrank inward. During the deflation, it would
explosively balloon larger every few seconds; his Poké Balls would melt away,
freeing the rest of his teammates, who were within a few seconds of their
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liberation annihilated by her smelting juices, their shapes devolving into
clouds of mush within seconds before the Poké Juice they became would
bloat her intestines, sagging the groinal portion of her belly.
Absorbing the liquid EXP points they became, her hypermetabolic
belly growled its way back into a perfectly innocent slenderness, defeating his
team for good. Her body blinked rapidly with a celebratory glow; and Sini
realized, She’s levelling up. She curled inward, quivering in ecstasy; and her
body was cocooned in a bright, beatific white, quaking, morphing!
She’s evolving! Sini gaped, before suddenly she reared onto her hind
legs, the dragon dangling from her shoulders before staggering away, aghast.
“A-ahh…” Her groan of pleasure didn’t sound entirely feral. Her rear
legs cracked, each of them straightening and trading their cute tubbiness for
the curvy sophistication of a female biped. Her beast chest crackled and
twisted, and then locked into position. At first, she had teetered like a Spinda
on her feet, but as her belly organs shifted and ripples of change civilized her
anatomy, her center of gravity changed, steadying her balance. “Nggh, aaah~”
Her chest sprouted a pair of large, plump, sloshing breasts, the swollen
mounds each easily each more than two hands wide and as thick as one of
her thighs, the coral-pink teats dripping with an overflow of the copious
milk. And it wasn’t just her boobs to which her trainer’s team had donated.
“Oooh~” she crooned, running one of her humanoid hands down her
heart-shaped booty, which seemed to have packed on a deal of pudge;
Mewtwo’s thick marsupial haunches may have had a hand in that… But of
course, the evolution of her curves had been a team effort, which was
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confirmed by the warmth of five Pokémon residing on her booty cheeks, as
well as the extent of how much her widened rump spread her exploratory
hands apart.
She had grown to about seven feet tall, matching Sini’s height.
One of the onlooking trainers had been gawking at the busty,
anthropomorphized Vaporeon for so long, mid-lick of a triple scoop ice
cream cone, that the treat had dribbled all over the tent of their erection; and
the rest of the spectators were mightily aroused, seeming to regard her as the
most beautiful lady that had ever set foot in Lilycove.
She turned toward Sini, eyes narrowing lustfully on him, eyelashes
fluttering a little. She snorted a faint cloud of lavender pheromones at him
and cooed, “Well now, I think you and I can agree that the rest of your team
looks better as part of me, no?”
She hefted her squishy boobs as if to provide evidence to back that
claim, which Sini, gulping, probably didn’t need. Her pheromones, he
thought, they’ve gotten so much stronger… And a heartbeat after he finished
the thought, she spoke: “Ohh, that’s not the only thing that’s gotten stronger,
my trainer~”
What?! “Did… you just read my mind?”
Sini became aware of it now, the psionic aura radiating around her,
warping the air like heat in a devastating drought. She chuckled softly. “You
did treat me to Mewtwo’s psionic power… Very tasty. It boosted my own, and
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